On a wind blown plain, Death cries out in frantic rage. In the valley of the bane Light and Dark fight an age. Dark conjures an army of bones; Made of those who sold their soals, They march upon the world to roam, On steeds as black as coal. Light sends forth a sacred scroll, Read alowed by Darks own. Bringing forth men clad in gold; Causing Dark to surrender his throne. Light has won the battle at hand, beware Darks last stand.

Underway The weather codlins, chills, and freezes, suns smile weakens, as night, and darkness take hold. Star and#moonbrighten, leaves turn red, and gold. Declaring Fall underway.

Wind And Rain Rain pelting off the roof, hiding me beneath the eaves, deafening my ears, silencing my voice, bending trees, leaves flying ,as is on wings, howling its angry song, at a world without out hope.

Once Upon A Time Once upon a time I believed all kinds of things. I believed in horses with horns and even in horses with wings! I thought at the bottom of the garden fairies would cavort and play. I thought that under every bridge there lived a troll and, when on my own, I stayed well away. It never occurred to me then that a fairy collecting teeth was a curious beast. The Sandman, Father Christmas, dragons and elves, these now seem just as implausible at least. I no longer believe in transfiguring frogs or that princes can only exist in threes. The very idea of Rumplestiltskin just makes me laugh. I now know better than to believe in any of these. But there is one thing that I believed in then that even, today I still believe is true. There are some who would say "It is just a fairytale" but i believe in happily ever after, do u?

Rise Again In another time in, another place, the dead have yet to walk again. They call out from their forgotten graves, with voices maimed. Watching the world above, with envy in their long dead hearts. They wait for the day, when the dead may walk again.